Popular NPC in a Gender-Reversed Game

Chapter 39

I've completed the translation of the following scene with careful attention to maintaining character names, gender consistency, and natural dialogue flow. Here is the translated version:

I’ve seen Yor fight quite a few times.

Whether it was against the Owlbear or during the time he was protecting Chae-rin, Yor's combat scenes have been uploaded all over YouTube.

But have I ever seen him fight seriously? If someone asked that, I’d have to shake my head.

That’s because most of the enemies he faced in battle were defeated in a single blow.

There was no way to get a proper look at his combat skills or techniques. Even the Owlbear went down in one hit—what kind of opponent would stand a chance against him?

I just assumed he was strong. It was a vague thought.

But seeing him now, up close, I could tell. His combat ability was far beyond what I had imagined.

“Unbelievable...”

Ha-neul muttered, her face showing utter disbelief. She never expected Yor to engage in a duel with a demon and actually gain the upper hand.

She knew from the previous hunt against Andromalius just how powerful demons with ranks could be.

These archdemons were so strong that even if hundreds of players charged at them, they could take them out with a single move.

For some reason, Seere seemed a bit weaker today... but still, for players, the mere thought of facing such a demon was unthinkable.

And yet, Yor was winning against him, which was shocking in itself.

Another surprising thing was the sheer brutality of his fighting style.

“What kind of man...?”

Yor wasn’t afraid to get hurt or to hurt others. Blood sprayed everywhere, but he didn’t seem to care.

The way he fought was like a berserker, throwing himself into the fray without a second thought, cutting through the storm of blades barehanded. It took immense courage.

‘Does he not feel pain...?’

That thought crossed her mind briefly.

But no, that wasn’t it. He grimaced every time a blade cut into him, so he clearly felt the pain.@@@@

He just gritted his teeth and pushed forward.

A small hope began to rise within her. If this battle continued like this... maybe, just maybe, they could defeat Seere.

But that hope didn’t last long.

“Stop!”

The reinforcements had arrived in the slums.

Tap-tap-tap.

The sound of boots echoed through the alley as the knights advanced. The commotion about a demon descending had brought many reinforcements to the slums.

I frowned.

‘Damn it.’

Why now?

I had expected reinforcements to arrive at some point. With all the noise, someone was bound to report it to the city guards.

But the timing couldn’t have been worse. Just a little more time, and I could’ve taken him down.

“Seere’s here?” “Where? Where is he?!”

Among the reinforcements, there weren’t just knights. I could see others carrying all sorts of weapons—otherworlders.

They had come too, drawn by the news of Seere’s appearance. As they scanned their surroundings, they soon spotted us.

“There he is! Over there!” “Whoa, it’s really Seere!” “Please, use me as a footstool! Huh...? But who’s that next to him?” “A man? I can’t tell because of the hood.”

I frowned. Useless bastards.

While I hesitated for a moment, Seere spoke.

“Heh heh, boy, isn’t this enough? You’re a Manifestation Bearer, too, aren’t you? If you get caught, it’ll be troublesome for you as well.”

He was suggesting we call it quits and go our separate ways.

It stung a little, but he wasn’t wrong. Honestly, I wasn’t too fond of the imperial knights either.

I was okay for now since I had my hood and the illusion spell in place, but there was no need to attract their attention.

“You can escape easily now. Most of their focus will be on me. So hurry up and get out of here.”

But should I really let him go? No matter how I looked at it, it didn’t sit well with me. If we met again, he’d likely hold a grudge, and that would be annoying.

‘At the very least, I need to inflict some serious injury.’

We might never meet again, but just in case we did, I had to make sure he wasn’t a threat.

Of course, the best option would be to kill him, but unfortunately, it seemed like it was too late for that.

As always, the knights were annoyingly fast.

After saying that, he buried the blood in the ground. Ha-neul was dumbfounded.

‘So, that wasn’t even his full power?’

She couldn’t believe he was still holding back.

It was frustrating that she couldn’t gauge Seere’s level. She couldn’t tell if Seere was weak or if Yor was just abnormally strong.

Though they had escaped safely, Yor’s expression was still grim.

Letting Seere live clearly bothered him.

‘Should’ve just used my blood abilities...’

For a moment, he regretted it.

Seere knew Yor was a Manifestation Bearer, and there was no telling what he would do with that information.

At least the illusion spell had been active during the fight...

‘Well, whatever.’

Yor pushed the thought to the back of his mind. There was no point worrying about it now. First, they needed to get home.

“Oh, by the way, I’ve got something for you...”

As they rested, Ha-neul spoke again, now much calmer.

She opened her inventory and pulled something out.

Yor’s eyes widened in shock, and he smacked her hand.

Slap!

“Ow!”

“Why would you bring that?”

He had every right to be surprised. What Ha-neul had pulled out of her inventory was Seere’s severed left arm.

What kind of person has a severed limb fetish? Even Yor was creeped out by this.

“Wait, listen to me!”

Ha-neul protested, clearly feeling wronged. She had a reason for taking it, after all.

Let’s rewind to a few minutes earlier.

When Yor severed Seere’s arm, instead of focusing on that dramatic moment, Ha-neul saw something else. Seere's arm flew through the air and landed right in front of her.

At the same time, a system notification popped up in her view.

[Would you like to pick up the item?]

The notification declared that Seere's arm was, in fact, an item.

Since it had dropped from a raid boss, it was only natural that she would pick it up. After all, leaving it there would mean someone else would surely claim it.

She held out the severed arm toward Yor and said, “Here, take this. It’s kind of gross, but... well, you’re the one who defeated him. And it’s classified as an item, so I grabbed it.”

“...This thing is an item?”

Yor raised an eyebrow but took the arm nonetheless.

At first glance, it was nothing but a grotesque, severed limb.

It reminded him that Andromalius had also left behind his arm as an item when he died. It seemed that demons, like tigers, left behind something significant when they were slain—except demons left behind their arms.

‘So, what kind of power does it have?’

Since it was an item, it had to possess some kind of effect.

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind.

It might have the same ability Seere used during their battle—the power to summon objects into his hands from a distance.

Since the arm was a part of Seere’s body, it was possible it carried a similar power.

‘Bring me something.’

Yor commanded the arm in his mind.

Whoosh—

As expected, an object materialized in Seere’s severed hand.

It was strangely warm to the touch.

A large, black piece of fabric appeared—large enough to cover Yor's face twice over...

"Wait, what...?"

It was a bra.

“?!”

Ha-neul hastily checked her chest.

Suddenly, she felt an odd sense of emptiness in the area around her chest.